6: Sophie

Posted On: March 31, 2010

We talked. She talked, I talked, we talked. She was refreshing. Witty, intelligent, strange. A terribly disarming combination. I don’t know if it was the traveling, the sleep-deprivation or the overindulgent yawning, but she was just thrilling. In my circle it’s much harder to find a woman who can debate about pretentious things like new wave cinema or string theory, than a woman who’s decided if Tom is right for Katie.

It’s lovely when you do.

Eventually she wanted my number. I told her I was more than just a number and that we should just meet at the downtown library the next day. She thought that was weird, but agreed. In fact, it’s precisely because she thought it was weird, that she agreed.